April 11, 2003

Down the staircase.

I find myself having fallen down a spiral staircase, deep into the depths of my soul. I did not reach for the comfort of the handrail. I did not search for the banister. I allowed myself to keep tumbling, falling, and have still not come to rest at a point of comfort. Further I tumble, into the depths, not even yet realizing what point will be enough, or if there is even a point where I will be able to reach up to grasp at anything at all. I allow this tumble, not beginning to think of the consequences. The universe has ordered this, and I must allow the process to continue. This appears to be our way to fall. Where it will stop, I do not know. As my head glances off of the occasional step, a pain is felt. I ignore it for the possible return of bliss.

Falling further into the depths I continue. What a ride.

These are not the rantings of a madman, nor by any influence of chemicals. This is the heartfelt writing that I have been keeping in the wraps of my mind. I can't stop the flow any longer.

You are out there, I am here. If you care to join me in the tumble, take my hand, and let's take a walk.

Posted by Broch at April 11, 2003 03:22 AM

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WOW!
Thank you, that is exactly how I have been feeling.

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